by ccallenreese

everydaysagreatday:

“Hey…you came.”
Courtney yawned. “Of course I did. I had to give you your blanket back.”
“You didn’t have to,” Alec said. “You could have kept it.”
“I want to. But my parents would know it’s yours. My mom asked you about it on the first day. She’d get suspicious about why I have it.”
Alec sighed. “But if you give it back, it means it’s over. I don’t want you to go.”
Courtney pressed his lips together to keep his chin from trembling. “I don’t want to either. Dad’s got this whole schedule for the trip…” he waved his hand and trailed off.
Alec swallowed hard.
Courtney sniffled. They leaned forward and shared a soft kiss, almost not daring to touch at all. Courtney held his denim jacket closed with his fingers to ward off the morning chill. Birds chirped as dawn broke over the desert.
They parted.
Alec watched Courtney fold the blanket and pass it over.
“Here. I’m sorry it’s not uh, clean, I think it still has some of our.. you know on it…” Courtney scuffed his foot in the dust.
Aelc took it and held it to his chest. “I don’t care. That night we spent under the stars was beautiful. Nothing about it is gross to me.”
Courtney smiled.
“I still wish you would keep it though. Cause then I had proof that you were here. Cause once you leave it’ll be like it never happened.” Alec paused. “Fuck.”
Courtney hugged him. Alec crushed him back.
“I’ll give you something else to remember me by before I leave. And I’ll write.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”

Alec exhaled. He looked over his shoulder. “My shift is going to start soon.”
“Then I guess this is good bye?”
“Well… Good bye then,” Alec said.
Courtney scuffed his foot. He looked down and turned to walk away.
Alec couldn’t bare it after three steps. “Court?”
Courtney turned halfway. “Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Courtney’s mouth parted. The words stuck to his dry lips and it took a second to loosen them. “I love you too.”
Alec’s face lit up.
Courtney ran back to his family’s RV, laughing with giddiness.

Later that morning, when they left the camping park, Courtney sat in the back of the camper as it pulled out of the entrance to the RV park. His parents were up front, dad was driving. There were no separate lanes, just a wide dusty path for big turns. Courtney could see Alec was up ahead; he had come out of the welcome booth to watch them go. Courtney got on his knees and squeezed his arm through the slight gap in the window, as far as it would go, hand clutched around something. When the timing was right, Courtney jerked his elbow and a small rectangle went flying.

Alec dove for it. It bounced off his fingertips but he barely caught it before it hit the ground. When he parted his hands, his jaw dropped. It was Madonna’s new cassette tape. The one they’d listened to in the portable, that night, under the stars. They’d talked about it for an hour after. It had blown Alec’s mind. Alec rarely got new music; his family only went to the city with the music store like once or twice a year. Alec clutched his treasure to his chest and watched the RV go until it was just a cloud of dust.
There was a tiny corner sticking out of it. He pushed his tears away and opened it. Inside was a white scrap of paper. On it was Courtney’s address and three words. “I was here.”

___________________________________________
Captions are fictional. I’m almost certain this is somewhere near Joshua Tree.

Gallery
by ccallenreese

“Honey, why are you putting on heels? You just got out of the shower.”
“They’re so pretty I just want to wear them…”
“You can’t walk around the shower room in them, you’ll slip. Dry off, moisturize, put your hose on, THEN you can put off your heels.”
He sighs. “But… can’t I get ready in them if I’m careful?”
“No. For your own safety. Give me the heels.”
“What? No!”
“Yes. Give me the heels. You’ll get them back once you’re ready.”
There’s a loud sigh. “You will give them back.”

“I will. I promise. My feet are too big for those heels anyway.”
“…Fine.” More sighing. “They’re so pretty though…”
“Good lord you are worse than my sister.”
“These were your sisters shoes.”
“Yeah, and you wear them better. Now go get ready.”
“Fine, fine. and yes, I know I wear them better. And I have a better ass.”
“Absolutely no comment on that!’

_________________________
Captions are fictional.

Gallery
by ccallenreese

Wally stood on the driveway path and tucked his thumbs under his overalls. He was hesitant to get a houseboy at first. He just did not understand their need to serve. The idea of having someone bossing him around made his hackles raise. But his brother Bob had been insisting Wally needed some help around the farm for a while now; but ever since Wally broke his leg falling out of the hayloft, Bob had made it a zero-argument matter. Wally couldn’t be very mobile around the farm on crutches. Even on horse back, he still faced limitations as you use your legs to guide a horse. Once the cast came off, Wally still had to go to physical rehabilitation. Normalcy was a long way off. The ranch hands helped, but with every one of his own tasks taking longer, Wally had to admit that he needed someone to fill in the smaller tasks so he could focus on running his business.

In theory, it made sense although Wally still did not understand houseboys at all. They were sort of like a different species, kind of like hiring a man to be your wife. Wally wasn’t into women though so it looked smart on paper at least.
But as Wally stood there taking in the sight of all the old furniture on the lawn, he was now more confused than ever. The houseboy emerged to drop off another chair.
“Boy, what in tarnation as you doing?” He yelled as he slowly ambled toward the barn.
The houseboy looked up at him. “Cleaning out your barn, Sir.”
“I didn’t give you permission to do that!”
“Well, no, but all that clutter up there is what caused your fall right? And some furniture was sort of blocking the stairs. It’s not safe. I want to make it safe for you Sir.”

Wally was dumbstruck. He couldn’t think of an answer, but remembered his manners. “Well – well uh. That’s mighty thoughtful of you.”
The houseboy smiled. “It’s my pleasure, Sir.”
Wally wished he had his pipe to chew on. “Well. I suppose it’s necessary. But where we going to put it all?”
“If I may make a suggestion Sir?”
“Go’on.”
“It looks like a lot of this has been here a while. Some of it is rusted, broken. None of it matches.”
Wally nodded. “My daddy was a bit of a collector you could say.”
”Well. You could get some money for some of this as scrap. Or sell some as it is. You have some old vintage oil cans in there that some antique collectors go nuts for.”
“Really now?”
“Really. Plus with this space cleared out, we could do a good barn clean out – sweep, remove the cobwebs, check for rot, check the supports. Get your beautiful old barn a new coat of paint.”
Wally liked that idea. He thought the peeling paint was an eyesore.
“Plus, um, I heard you talkin’ about getting another horse. You could probably use that money to buy one. But I’m not um, telling you how to use your finances. Of course.”

Wally licked his lip. “Well. You gotta good head on your shoulders. There’s a few things I want to keep. Pull everything out and we’ll go over it. Then make your calls.”
The houseboy beamed. “I will Sir!”
“And whatever we sell, you get 25% of it. Deal?”
“Oh wow, thank you Sir! Thank you very much.”

Wally was startled by the brilliant look of total adoration on the boy’s face. The sun came out and the sweat on his pectorals and biceps glowed. It gave Wally an odd feeling in his gut. A feeling he rarely got familiar with, being alone in a rural area. A feeling he had forgot since his accident, since being on all the medication. Maybe it was cause the houseboy was shirtless and just in jeans and boots, but oh lordy, the feeling sure was coming on hard now. Wally swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“It’s only fair,” he managed. “I am gonna go get you something to drink. Be careful, boy.”
“Yes sir, and thank you. Hydration would be great.” The houseboy nodded and got back to work.

Wally limped back to his house as fast as his busted, cast encased leg could take him. He collapsed into a rocking chair in the living room, sweating and heart racing. Wally reached into his overalls and found his penis. To his astonishment it was completely erect in his hand, and it was already leaking all over his underwear. The overalls created a tight, suffocating space, but there was no zipper in place. Wally debated unhooking the straps and shimmying of the one-piece, but he didn’t want to pull his hand away from his cock. It felt so good. Wally moaned as he stroked himself. The sensation made him dizzy and little dots flashed in front of his eyes. Oh, gods, it felt amazing. When was the last time he did this? Why did he stop? He closed his eyes and imagined that shirtless, sweaty houseboy and Wally’s balls just went off like shotgun blasts.
He let out a gargle as his hand and thighs cramped to the point of pain and his vision flashed black for a moment. His penis began to fout and wouldn’t stop until Wally felt just utterly soaked. When Wally pulled his hand off, it was so sticky. He was shaking all over and Wally began to fear he had a heart attack. No. It was passing now. Wally let his hand rest on his heaving belly, mess and all, and he and drifted in and out of consciousness.

As the ferocious lust ebbed away, Wally felt an odd sort of calm and peace set in. He thought back to when he was stuck in that barn with a broken leg in searing agony, all alone, trying to ignore the realization that he might not be found for a while. It was a lonely feeling. The ache was almost worse than the pain. In reality, it had probably been no more than twenty minutes before one of the ranch hands pulled up in his truck after returning from errands, and Wally’s shouts reached him – but that wait felt like hours.

Wally didn’t want to die alone in a barn. He didn’t want to die alone at the end either. But mostly…he didn’t want to be alone period. He missed companionship. He missed affection. He missed sex. It was not enough to wait until the farm auctions in Forth Worth anymore for that special kind of intimacy that cowboys never talk about.
It dawned upon Wally that maybe Bob had gotten him a houseboy for other reasons than making breakfast and arranging garage, er, barn sales. He sighed. Dammit, Bob was actually right about something for once in his life. He’d get all smug about it too.

Regardless, having that houseboy around was going to be a start of something new and fantastic. Especially if he remained shirtless.

Oh crap, Wally realized, he was supposed to bring some water out wasn’t he? Wally pulled out his hand from his overalls and gawked at the cum on it. “Jeee-zus!”

____________________________
Captions are fictional.

Gallery
by ccallenreese

Robert watched the creek water glide by in that mesmerizing way. It made a nice sound.
“Can I remove my shoes and socks Daddy?”
“Of course, Robert.”
“Can you hold my fishing pole?”
“I got it.”
Robert shucked off his shoes and socks, making sure to set his nice shoes in clean grass. If he got his nice shoes dirty, Uncle Joseph would be cross. He took his pole back from his daddy as quick as he could. Robert wanted to be the one holding the pole if he caught a fish on the line.
“Thanks Daddy.”
Henry took off his shoes and socks too. When Henry dug his toes into the grass, Robert giggled did the same too. It was nice. Cool and soft. He liked nature a lot, and was glad when they could sneak off after church on Sunday to spend time in the meadow and have a picnic. The church was stuffy sometimes. Robert watched the fishing lure bob in the water.
“Daddy?”
“Yes Robert?”
“Can I ask you about something?”
“What is it son?” Henry asked.
“It’s about Uncle Joe.”
“What about him?”
“Why does Uncle Joe go to your room instead of his in the middle of the night?”
Henry stiffened. “How do you know that?”

Robert looked at his toes in the grass. “I got up to use the bathroom a few days ago. When I turned the corner, I saw Uncle Joe go into your room instead of his. I thought it was just a mistake cause he was tired, but he didn’t come back out. And no one said anything the next morning. He has his own room. I don’t understand.”
Henry exhaled slowly.
“…Am I in trouble Daddy?”
“What? No. Of course not.”
“But you seem upset that I told you this.”

Henry put a his hand on Robert’s knee. “You’re not upset. It’s just hard to explain.”
Robert waited.
“Do you remember when we had that talk about sex?”
Robert made a face. “Ew. Yes. It was soo embarrassing. And gross.”
Henry chuckled. “Yes. Do you remember how we talked about how when a man and a woman like eachother, they go on dates, and if they really like eachother, they may have sex?”
“Yes?” Robert said in that tone that he didn’t quite believe anyone would really want to do that.
“Well. Sometimes, very rarely. Not…all men want to be with another woman.”

Robert stared at him. “What?”
Henry rubbed the back of his neck. “When a man and a woman want to be together, it’s called attraction. Sometimes, a man is attracted to other men instead. And sometimes a woman can be attracted to another woman instead. And sometimes you can be attracted to both but that’s a conversation for another time.”
Robert processed this. “…Can men grow a baby inside them?” he whispers.

Henry smothered on a laugh. “No, only babies can grow inside women.”
“You said sex makes babies.”
“It can, yes.”
“But if a man can’t make a baby…. why would they want to be with another man?”
Henry looked pained. “It’s very hard to – oh look, you got a fish!”

There was a welcome distraction as Henry’s attention was refocused to his catch. They pulled the fish out and got it off the line. It was too small to keep, but Robert insisted Daddy take the camera out of the basket and snap a photo anyway before releasing the fish. They used the moment for a bit of refreshing up with drinks and a snack before settling back on the bank.

“Anyway…” Henry cleared his throat. “Do you want to continue the conversation?”
Robert thought. He nodded. He still hadn’t gotten his answer.
“What I’m trying to say is. Humans are very complicated. Although sex is what makes a baby, humans are attracted to each other for many reasons besides making babies. That’s what love is. There’s different kinds of love – like, how I love you. Or how you love the cat.”
Robert spoke up. “My Sunday School Teacher is always talking about loving God.”
“Yes. Love just means you care about someone a lot. And love between adults is a very very special kind of friendship. It means you have a partner who cares about you, and shares in making life decisions, and sharing expense things like buying a house. You can’t control who you fall in love with. God decides that for us.”
Robert processed this too. “So I don’t know if I’ll fall in love with a man or a woman?”
“Nope. Most men fall in love women though, so that’s likely to happen.”
“When will I know?”
“It’ll slowly happen when you’re older.”
“Huh.” Robert watched a bird hop along the opposing river bank.

”Also. Sometimes Robert…the world we live in thinks it’s very very bad that men can love another man. And they say very mean things. Your classmates probably would. And so sometimes a man who likes other men, will try to love a woman because it’s just easier.”
“You didn’t love Mom?” Robert looked horrified.

Henry was waiting for that but it was still like a gut punch. A wave of grief went through him. “Dear heavens, it’s not like that. I loved your mother. Very much. She was my best friend. I miss her a lot.”
“I miss her too.”
Henry takes a deep breath. He sets down the pole so he can give Robert a hug. He takes out his handkerchief and blows his nose. “When she died, my heart was very very broken. And it still is. I thought I would never love again. It’s been almost five years since we lost Anne to the cancer. I was happy though that I still had you, an I was happy with it just being us. But then I met Joseph. And he started to board in our spare room. And I started to fall in love. And I said, God has plans that we often do not understand.“

“If…God wanted you to love a man, and you fell in love with mom, maybe God thought he didn’t show you what his plans were the first time. And so he had to show you again?”
“Henry, that implies loving your mother was a mistake. I wouldn’t call her a mistake.”
“Oh.”
“It’s ok. The world is very complicated, Robert. You will understand this more when you’re older. It’s a lot to think about.”
“Yeah it is a lot to think about.” Robert agreed.
“It is. You’re still young. You don’t really have to think about it for a while now,” Henry said with a smile. “But… how would you feel about if Joe and I loved each other? And slept in the same room?”

Robert thought about this and watched the creek again. He shrugged. Then he lifted his head as an idea popped into it. “If Joe slept in your room, the room would be open right?”
“Uh yes?”
“Can I move into that room, and then we could use the other room for a brother?”
Henry choked on his breathing. “Pardon?”
“I want Uncle Joe’s room cause it has that cool window seat. I can put lots of toys there. Or use it as a secret hide out. And then if I had a brother, I’d have someone to play with instead of Martin next door who is a baby and smelly – Oh wait.”
”What what?”
”You said a man can’t grow a baby. Well, I guess we could adopt one, like Orphan Annie! Only not Annie. Cause she’s a girl.”

Henry burst out laughing until tears streamed down his face. Robert looked confused as none of what he said was funny. Henry laughed until his sides hurt and it took him quite a moment to recover himself.
“Oh goodness. Goodness gracious.”
“What’s so funny Daddy?” Robert huffed.
“I just – I love you so much Robert. You’re the best son I could have hoped for.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Even though I don’t like vegetables?”
“Even though. You will like those when you’re older too by the way.”

Robert gave his Daddy a look of incredulousness. “Being an adult means you like vegetables AND girls? Ugh! I want to stay a kid a forever.”
Henry began to laugh again. “Let me know if you figure out how to do that.”

_________________________________________________
Captions and stories are 100% fictional.

by ccallenreese

shalb258:

I sit on the sofa. “Hey babe.”
Marcelo tilts his head up and smiles at me. “Hey. How was your walk?”
“Productive. I’ve made a big decision.”
Marcelo furrows his brow. He reaches for the remote and turns off the television. “Is it about us?” he asks gently.
I shake my head. “No, it’s about me.” How could it be him? He’s so beautiful and lovely and kind. If he would just put his dishes in the dishwasher, he’d be damn near perfect.
“Are you alright?” Marcelo reaches out and I grasp his hand.

I take a big breath. “I think I have an issue with cocaine. I think I need to stop. And I don’t think I can.”
Marcelo stares at me a moment and slowly sits up. “But…you haven’t done it since Saturday, right? At Pembroke’s?”

I brush a tear away from my cheek. “No. When you go to work, I’ve been…like every day…” I sniffle.
Marcelo exhales softly. “Oh fuck.” He looks hurt, and I can’t look at him. “Come here,” he murmurs. I put my arms around myself and shrink, but Marcelo pulls me close. I melt at the sensation of his hard muscular body wrapped around me. I cry softly into his shoulder. “I haven’t had it today and it’s all I want.”
Marcelo nuzzles me. “Thank you for telling me. I didn’t realize you had been hiding it, and that’s…kind of a shock. But thank you so much for telling me. You’re very important to me, and I still love you a lot-”
I make an embarrassing loud sob.
“and we can work on this together ok?”
I nod.
“Get you some treatment ok?”
I nod. “It’s not fun anymore. I hate how I’m thinking about it more than you. I love you, and I don’t want to lose this thing we have together because of some stupid drug. Oh god am I drug addict?”

Marcelo gives me a squeeze. “No. You’re just a bit dependent right now. We’ll nip it in the bud. It’ll be better.”
I find some courage to look up at his beautiful mahogany eyes. “You think so?”
“Yes. Where’s my phone…we need to get some resources going.”
He leans forward and picks up his phone.
I caress his arm. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you more.” He kisses me. “Don’t forget that ok? Just…please?”
My bottom lip trembles. “Never.”

He smiles and exhales. “Good. Now let’s get started on this.”
I feel tired suddenly. Just totally drained. Shaky. Nauseous. More than I did this morning. Even now, I just want some of that powder upstairs in the drawer…
Marcelo looks at me and for a moment I think he’s reading my mind.
“Do you still have cocaine in the house?”
My eyes widen. I don’t answer him for a moment. It would be so easy to say no. Just…to have it as a back up… My eyes roam from up Marcelo’s sculpted limbs and washboard abs and that prominent bulge in his underwear. No, that was much more important. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Show me,” he says. Marcelo takes my hand and leads me upstairs. Once he has my stash, we sit on the bed together and make a plan. 

_______________________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese

musclecorps:

“HEY! Leave my houseboy alone! Get your hands off him or I’ll beat your ass!” Cosmo sighs. I can’t even go swimming without someone lusting after his ass. Even with the collar and the chastity device! Do I need to hang a sign on him that says ‘do not touch’? Mmmn. No. I think I need to get the boy a taser. “Boy come here.” Cosmo waits for the boy to jog behind him, hiding behind a massive fluffy towel. “He’s creepy Sir!”
“Boy, did you say no?”
“…In a polite way.”
“Did you tell him to fuck off?”
The boy gasps. “I can’t tell an alpha man that!”
“You can’t tell ME that,” Cosmo corrected, “But if someone is harassing you, you tell THEM that.”
The lad looks horrified.
Cosmo raises an eyebrow. “I think I trained you too formally. Say fuck.”
“…Fuck?” he whispers.
“Louder!”
“Fuck!”
Cosmo laughs. “You’re adorable. Say fuck off!”
“Fuck off!”
Cosmo laughs harder. “Ok, that doesn’t work.”
The houseboy makes a face. “What if I try a different tactic?”
“Like what?” Cosmo asks.
The houseboy straightens his shoulders. “Fuck me?”

Cosmo’s eyebrows shoot up. “Ohh that’s brave of you. But I could get used to that…”
The houesboy wonders if he’s made mistake.
“You want me to fuck you right now, boy?”
“Sir you uh, look really hot in that Speedo and I’ve been locked for quite a while…”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you boy.”
The boy squares his shoulders again. “Fuck me, Sir.”

Cosmo smirks. “Let’s go back to the yacht. I love screwing on that chair on the deck.”
The boy nods enthusiastically. It had been an educational day. “Oh uh, here is your towel Sir.”

“Thank you boy.” Cosmo swats him on the butt. “On with you now. You’re giving the orders today!”
The houseboy wonders what he’s gotten into…giving orders to Sir?? Just much could he get away with…?

__________________________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese

shalb258:

Woof

Holy cow. I am becoming a Daddy. When did THAT happen? when did all this grey happen? When did my ass get so big? When did I stop wearing jock straps? I must be seriously getting old… fuck..

Art picked up his phone and texted one of his favorite sluts. “Hey Damien, am I too old? Will the gays think I’m creepy?”
Damien texted back: “???? Where is this coming from? Sure you’re a little silver, but you got this confident mature thing really works for you.”
“Really?”
“Uh duh. And besides, it’s only creepy when old dudes pretend they’re still 20. You don’t do that. You strut it.”
“Wow, thanks. You want a photo of me in my underwear?”
“Also duh. Also not in your underwear too…”
Art sent him both.
“Fuck you are so sexy Daddy. Would it be rude to invite myself over? I haven’t had sex in two days…”
“Never rude. Bring wine.”
“Mmm yes Daddy.”
Art gave himself another look in the mirror. “I could get used to being a Daddy.” He tossed the phone on the bed. Better go get the lube and condoms ready. Damien always wore him out.

_________________
Captions are fictional.

Gallery
by ccallenreese

“Honey, I’m home!” Joe called out.
Quint emerged from the rear of the cabin to greet him. “Welcome back~” He touched Joseph’s elbow and kissed his scruffy cheek. “And this is your friend you told me about who wanted to see the house?”
“Quint, this is my co-worker Al.”
Al held out a thick hand. Quint offered his slimmer one. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. I have always wanted to know who keeps Joe together.”
Quint giggled “It’s a full time job.”
“Hey.”
“I still love you honey. I set out some snacks and some beers for you two on the coffee table, I’ll be in the laundry room if you need me.”
“Thanks, love.”
Al watched Quint float out of the room on long legs clad in slim denim. A red sweater hugged his torso, a bit of skin showed.
They sat down and cracked the beers. Al leaned back on the sofa and admired the decor. “You know, Joe, when I found out you weren’t into women, it was a massive shock… but I think I see why now. If I met a woman who kept a home like this and wore jeans like that, I’d marry them too.”

That got a roar of a laugh out of Joe. “I’ll take that as a compliment! Yeah, Quint’s one of a kind. I mean, those legs and that ass, yes, but we balance each-other really well. I build the house, Quint made a home. I work myself stupid, Quint makes sure I eat healthy and have clean laundry and yells at me to take it easy.”
“You don’t take it easy though.”
“What you see IS me taking it easy.”
Al chuckles. “Does he work?”
“He does, actually, he works part time at the art museum in the administration office.”
“Well that works out.”
“It does. I like having him around.”
“Having him around.” Al snorted. “I can just tell by the look on your face when you talk about him that you’re completely smitten with him.”
Joe shrugged with a cockeyed grin. “I couldn’t marry him fast enough.”
“Aww… you think I’ll find a girl like that one day?”
Joe looked at Al. “If you shave your mustache, yes.”
“Never! This is classic, girls love it…”

The conversation drifted from dating to the cabin’s construction and logging, so Quint drifted back into the laundry area and stopped eavesdropping from the kitchen. The blush on his cheeks had spread to his chest and the sweater was holding in all the warmth. Joe was always reserved in being direct about his affection, preferring to showing it rather than telling it. Quint had learned to read his signals and facial expressions.
He couldn’t believe his Joe spoke about him like that to his co-workers!

Quint hugged his arms around himself. He wanted to keep Joe’s compliments inside his heart forever. And he would definitely be wearing these jeans more often if they could even make a straight man notice!

_________________
Captions are fictional.

by ccallenreese

puploki:

Working from home. Securely.

“You’re working from home tomorrow? You know the rules. You must be secure. No risk of temptation. Only focus on your work. You want to get enough done to prepare dinner in time right? And you want to be horny for a night fun right? Imagine if you get distracted with masturbation, how it will throw your productivity off! I don’t want to punish you for letting yourself down. Neither of us will like it. So in the belt you must go. It will all be worth it.”

________________________

Captions are fictional.